My dad passed away on July 7th, 2014.
One day as we were discussing death and funerals he said, "When I die I want to be at home, on my couch, watching T.V, and just go to sleep." That appears to be exactly how he went. He was almost 87, still living by himself, and as sharp as a tack. My nephew who found him said his hands were folded in his lap just like he always kept them.
It's been a hard month. It doesn't seem possible that he's gone. It feels like I can pick up the phone and call him, or drive up and get him for breakfast, but I can't. I realize that death is part of life and it is all part of God's plan. God is good.
The last song played at the funeral was his favorite fiddle tune.
His two sons, four grandsons, and two granddaughters were among the 20 plus musicians that played
"Florida Blues"
Just for him.
He will forever be missed.
